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Flight 211 now arriving from Saint Denis.

I can't believe spring break's over already.

Or that Nelson's back.

Come on. He's not that bad.

Anyway, I promised we'd pick him up.

I wonder what he brought me.

Mr. Nash. Anything to declare?

Yeah. Saint Denis parties hardy.

I meant, do you have any restricted items in your possession?

Peg it.

I got nothing to hide.

What's this?

Jeez, how'd that get in there?

- You tell me. - Well, I don't know.

Someone must have stuck it in at the airport.

You know, like when I went to the bathroom.

You let this bag out of your sight?

Ihadto.

The stall was too small. I was desperate.

You gotta believe me. I've never seen it before in my life.

Honest.

Go on.

Next time, Mr. Nash, keep a closer eye on your bags.

Yes, sir. Definitely.

Thank you, sir.

Did you get it?

Very good.

Hold it.

I shouldn't be seen leaving work this early.

Have to keep up appearances.

Nelson!

What took so long?

Some jerk in customs gave me the third degree.

Looks like he was thorough.

McGinnis. What are you doing here?

Just along for the ride.

Here.

Make yourself useful.

I just want to get home, unpack, forget the whole...

Who's nature boy?

Hey, are you crazy? Let go!

Terry!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait a minute! Wait!

What do you...

What do you want?

Who... Who are you?

Hey.

Stop. Stop.

Where is it? Where's the glass container?

- I don't know. - Liar!

Please don't.

The customs guy took it.

Honest.

Nelson, are you okay?

I could use some clean shorts.

Stay with him. I'll get help.

Stalker. Game's over.

- Stop. - Why?

So you can attack more innocent bystanders?

You misjudge me.

I don't think so.

Enough.

Much as I would relish hunting you,

this time, I seek a different prey.

Yeah, right.

He's telling the truth.

Bennet.

He's working for us now, Batman.

Tracking 3 man named Falseface.

Falseface?

An agent-for-hire who can change identities

the way most people change clothes.

He's working for Kobra.

It's a powerful ultra-secret organization

that uses cutting-edge technology for extortion and terrorism.

If we don't pay a ransom of ten billion credits,

they've threatened to release a deadly super-virus.

You're kidding, right?

I Wish.

Last week, Kobra tested the virus

on an island off the coast of Saint Denis.

The result, total biological devastation.

Crops, livestock, everything.

It wasn't pretty.

Falseface's job was to smuggle the virus into Gotham,

so we turned to the only man who could track him down.

The Stalker agreed to help us.

Unfortunately, we were too late.

By the time I picked up his trail,

Falseface had passed the virus container off to a high school student.

Time is running out.

If we can't find Falseface in the next hour,

we're going to have 12 million people in a hot zone.

I don't like it.

This freak tried to hunt me down like a wild animal.

What if he goes psycho again?

Right now, you've got bigger problems.

If you don't find Falseface in the next hour,

we'll all be dead.

Any suggestions?

Try the Muscle City Sweat Shop.

According to my sources, this used to be a major Kobra nest.

After you.

You don't trust me.

You were out to kill me, remember?

There are worse things than an honorable death.

Betcha it's a short list.

Score.

Wait here. I'll check it out.

Kobra Command warns us to be ready.

The virus will spread quickly when they release it.

Oh, no.

So what part of "Wait here" didn't you understand?

Never hesitate.

In thejungle, it's kill or be killed.

This isn't the jungle.

And this isn't Falseface.

We can't even ask where he is.

Perhaps I was impatient.

You think?

There's gotta be a clue somewhere.

Every pack has it's alpha dog.

You could see it in their eyes.

They followed this one.

What's that?

Looks like a floor plan.

"Gotham Manufacturers Plastics."

Plastics?

And Malkavich takes the pass

and checks off to midcourt.

He passes off to Harrington, who looks for an opening.

Harrington is blocked by Miller and Brown,

and has to pass the ball to Owens.

Owens breaks free and takes the ball...

Hey, Frank. Back from rounds early?

No. It's later than you think.

He shoots.

And he scores!

Clear to enter.

Check the unmarked creds.

They must be worth millions.

And to us, they'll soon be worth much, much more.

How's that?

We're going to coat them with the virus.

It's really quite simple.

These creds are used for every kind of purchase.

They are passed from hand to hand.

And with every transaction,

the virus will be transmitted on contact.

If the government is foolish enough to refuse our demands,

there will be no way to stop the disease.

Wanna bet?

The virus!

Batman!

The virus. Did you...

Yeah, I saved it.

And thanks for your concern.

Call your pal Bennet. Tell him the worst is over.

Is it?

Hello.

We just kicked your scaly butts.

He knows something.

What?

It's not over, is it?

What have you done?

Tell me.

It's Falseface.

He's been infected.

He's a carrier, but he doesn't know it.

It was our backup plan in case your government resisted.

Soon, he'll become virulently contagious.

He'll never find him.

Kobra has won.

He could be anywhere. There are hundreds, thousands.

I'll find him.

There.

You see him? But how?

My grenade marked him.

He won't escape.

Stop!

Before you infect the entire city.

- What? - You have the sickness.

Yeah, right.

You okay?

Continue the hunt. He must not escape.

No sign of him.

Keep looking. He's there somewhere.

Yeah, but where?

Wait a minute.

Nelson?

How did you know?

Not enough pimples.

Terry!

I'm okay.

And Falseface?

He's here. I can feel it.

Come out. You need help.

I won't let you infect others.

Argh!

You think my face looks bad? Wait till I'm done with yours.

It's the virus.

Impossible.

And after all I've done, Kobra wouldn't...

They couldn't...

What did you expect from a pack of vipers?

No'. No'. No'.!

Wait.

McGinnis, are you still there?

Yeah, but I'm toast.

Batman.

There you are.

Hurry.

You risked your neck to save me.

It was not your time.

When you die, it will be by my hand,

and my hand alone.

Thanks. I guess.